The key is yours….

Oh minister! Is it wrong that I want to kiss you? Take me to service. Bless me with your God like features. There’s things I want you to teach me. Oh minister! Come welcome this sin. Early morning service, come put this work in. Take my left hand and claim it yours. Oh minister! Undress me with your eyes. Let’s spend nights reading under the moonlight. October’s very own. This feels so right. He gives me a kiss and says, “you’re so cute”. But minister, I don’t think you understand. I want to be more than just friends…..
I’ll give you the key to unlock all the doors….

The heart wins again….(poem)

The alarm sounded for me to wake for the day. Opening my eyes, I wanted to still be dreaming. Reality has sunken in that we are not neighbors. Your bed is your bed and my bed, well it’s just springs hidden under some cushion. But I can’t complain because this bed is what comforts me. These pillows have become my tissue. These sheets are like your hands holding me tight. The air flows through the vent like the whispers of your voice.

There will be no knock on the door. No ringing of the bell. Sitting on the front porch waiting for you to walk by. If only I could see over the horizon. Look into your eyes and capture the sun rising or watch it set. You are there and I’m, well I’m lonely. Prevented myself from loving you but the heart wins again. ~J.A.A.G 

Love hate relationship…..

I have a love hate relationship with this city. Not a fan of the cold, so I moved south. But this 100 degree weather is killing me. Love being in a bigger city. But not too happy about going to the gas station ever other day to fill up. Wondering if Austin is the right city for me. Who am I kidding, I love this city!!

My photos his words, partners we are.

Even in pieces I still will not fit into your box.

I’ll exercise my liberty no matter how uncomfortable it makes You.

But I will do it All in Love.

Religion couldn’t define Me.

Depression couldn’t hold me down.

I cry freely even though I was told real men don’t cry.

My masculinity won’t be defined by your ignorance.

I know who I am.

Remember, even in pieces I still will not fit into your box.

You remember who I was when you thought you knew Me and decided for me that that’s who I should always be.

I laugh.

Hold on to your ghosts. I don’t believe in them anymore.

Love found Me

Countless times when I was trying to find my way back to who you want me to be.

With a simple smile Love paid my fare back to Me.

Your opinion is worthless, that’s what Love told Me.

You don’t know Me,

If You want to

simply ask

Love.

       – Adewumi Godwin.

Day 4 of GD_Words poems.

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Words are beautifully hideous.
Standing alone they tell stories; “lost”.
Standing together they speak riddles; “I am lost?”.
Used right they reveal truth; “I am lost!”.
In the hands of a wordsmith they become characters only a depraved mind can have; “I don’t want to be found”.

~Adewumi Godwin